Lyrics Backstreet - SG Tip

Backstreet

I be four deep, one me
Three choppers, bitch they on the front seat
Pull in on the backstreet, in somethin' real lowkey
First nigga make the wrong move, it’s OV
I got real OG and it’s goin' for 23
You can get a whole P of this gas it’s sticky
All I know is stick talk, shoot him 'til he can’t breathe
Coroner had to pick him up, they found that nigga musty
I done sold so many bags from Zone 6 to Zone 3
Known to terrorize them shits, gang task can’t stand me
I’m on my Taliban shit, wrap 'em like a mummy
He thought he bought a real brick, bitch that was a dummy
I be four deep, one me
Three choppers, bitch they on the front seat
Pull in on the backstreet, in somethin' real lowkey
First nigga make the wrong move, it’s OV
Stick chop a nigga up, hibachi
Fuck a white flag, pussy nigga, I don’t know peace
I don’t do no drivebys, I just walk up on feet
I’m the nightmare of the 6, Friday 13th
Never catch me down bad, I keep the Glock on me
It’s a thirty clip, I ain’t got but hollows only
You left your son to be a bastard and his mama lonely
I should’ve been a Casper, late night creepin' lonely
I be four deep (Four deep), one me (One me)
Three choppers, bitch, they on the front seat
Pull in on the backstreet, in somethin' real lowkey
First nigga make the wrong move, it’s OV